Bathed in the sun's radiance, Bai Shi easily locked onto the vermin that had infiltrated Stormveil. Beyond the primary battlefield where the Mohgwyn brothers fought—the site of the most intense conflict—many smaller skirmishes raged throughout the castle. At Mohg’s behest, Bloody Fingers and Mohgwyn Dynasty Knights were spreading chaos and destruction within Stormveil’s walls. The Storm Lord had already dispatched his knights to stop them, but limited by both strength and numbers, the situation was grim. Fortunately, the sounds of battle had roused the Tarnished within the castle. Many took up their weapons of their own accord to aid the Storm Knights, fighting together against the enemies from the Mohgwyn Dynasty. Not only had Stormveil treated the Tarnished well, but to them, the Mohgwyn Dynasty, which hunted their kind across the lands, was already a mortal enemy. Because of this, the Mohgwyn Knights’ destructive efforts had yet to yield much fruit. A Mohgwyn Dynasty Knight disengaged from a group of besieging Tarnished, his rapier still finding the space to counterattack, precisely piercing one of them. The surrounding Tarnished hesitated, afraid to advance again. They merely encircled the knight, waiting as others tended to a wounded Storm Knight behind them. Under the prayer’s curative power, the Storm Knight, who had been run through by the rapier, steadily recovered. He rose from the ground and once more stood at the front, facing the Mohgwyn Knight directly. The Mohgwyn Knight frowned, looking at the healed Storm Knight. This man before him was weaker, yet his fighting spirit was so tenacious that he had managed to trap him here. The Mohgwyn Knight was not faring well himself. His fine robes, a symbol of his station, had been torn to beggar's rags by the storm, and his body was covered in countless small wounds. He raised his rapier, preparing to fell the Storm Knight before him with a single, fatal strike. But before he could act, he suddenly looked up at the sun hanging in the sky over Stormveil, and a sense of foreboding washed over him. Stormveil was now as bright as day—no, it was even brighter than midday! The Mohgwyn Knight was utterly stunned. What in the world was that thing? Why was its light more intense than the Erdtree’s? The Tarnished and Storm Knights also gazed at the sun above, but they felt only a sense of comfort and warmth from it. “It’s Lord Bai Shi! He’s making his move!” In the heavens, the storm over Stormveil seemed to gain a physical form, howling with unprecedented fury. The winds grew heavier, and crackling red lightning began to flicker within them. As the gales roared, a chill ran down the Mohgwyn Knight’s spine. The next moment, he realized with a jolt that faint sparks of red lightning were dancing across his body. He was the only one marked by this lightning; none of the others around him were. The Mohgwyn Knight instantly recognized it as some kind of targeting skill and immediately dissolved into a mist of blood, trying to escape. Yet, beneath the sun’s brilliant light, he had nowhere to hide. Before he could react, a purple wave of gravity shot out from the castle’s center, expanding rapidly. Having detected the dragon lightning that locked onto the knight, the gravity wave instantly forced him out of his blood form, pinning him firmly to the ground. In that brief moment of suppression, a solar flare descended from the sky. It crossed all distance in an instant, landing nonchalantly upon the Mohgwyn Knight. The surrounding warriors were forced to shut their eyes, shielding them from the blinding light. When they opened them again, they found that the figure they had been fighting had vanished, along with the pillar of light that had descended from above. All that remained was a dark, indelible shadow on the ground, proof that a formidable enemy had once fought them there. Under the sun’s brilliant glow, their wounds began to mend, and their vitality surged like never before. They raised their hands to the sky, endlessly chanting Bai Shi’s name. Such acts of divine punishment and miraculous healing occurred one after another throughout Stormveil, and in a matter of seconds, all the invaders were eliminated, and the warriors’ wounds were soothed. After this, everyone would remember this sun. Enemies would fear its searing heat, while the people would forever remember its warm radiance. From this day forward, Bai Shi was no longer the Storm Lord, but the true Sun King. Bai Shi stood in the sky, watching the Bloody Fingers and Mohgwyn Knights being eradicated below. He made a mental note to upgrade Stormveil’s security measures in the future. These Bloody Fingers and Mohgwyn Knights, their strength enhanced by cursed blood, were quite skilled and numerous. Without proper detection methods, they were indeed difficult to root out. Of course, it was fortunate that these mass-produced thugs weren’t overwhelmingly powerful, otherwise the Storm Knights would never have been able to hold them off. To deal with these enemies, Bai Shi had unleashed an unprecedented killing technique. Storm and dragon lightning to scout and lock onto enemies, followed by gravity waves that suppressed any marked targets along their path, eliminating any risk of collateral damage. Once everything was in place, the sun’s flames would descend as divine punishment. This was his retribution, and a warning to all: Stormveil was not what it once was. It was for this very reason that he had expended such a tremendous amount of power. Just to raise this sun, Bai Shi had used up all his mana and had to drink three Flasks of Cerulean Tears in succession. Maintaining the sun also consumed a terrifying amount of mana, draining his reserves by the second. And the castle-wide combination attack that followed cost a fortune in focus points. But for such a massive investment of power, the results were more than satisfactory. Bai Shi then turned his gaze to the battlefield where Ashmi, Senessax, and the others were. He had not used the sun to eliminate the two figures there. It was obvious that those two were the masterminds behind tonight’s events. To let them be simply vaporized by the sun would be far too merciful. Bai Shi would crush and obliterate them with his own hands, with absolute superiority. After Ashmi left, Melina's plan for a night raid had utterly failed, and they had no choice but to drop the matter. Afterward, Melina clearly wasn’t in the mood to chat, so the two of them just stood there in silence. But seeing that Melina didn’t leave, Bai Shi recalled what she had said earlier. Perhaps this was a time when silence was best. So, he silently leaned in and kissed her again. Melina feigned resistance for a moment before yielding, and the two were soon locked in another embrace. Just as their passion deepened and they were on the verge of taking the next step, Morgott’s entry into the battle created a commotion in the castle that could no longer be ignored. If it hadn’t been for them, tonight might have ended very differently. Although they were certain to win based on their overt strength, he still couldn’t help but worry. More importantly, Melina had pushed him out the door, telling him to get back to business. Bai Shi now recognized the flamboyantly dressed man with the appearance of a Tarnished as Mohg. Even though Mohg had completely changed his look, his signature moves, like his domain of blood, were far too conspicuous. Honestly, Bai Shi thought Mohg’s disguise was rather poor. If Bai Shi hadn't been unfamiliar with this particular guise, he would have suspected him of being Mohg’s avatar just from his ostentatious and gaudy appearance alone. As for the other one... Bai Shi couldn’t see anything about the man that revealed his identity. But no matter how he thought about it, the answer was obvious. To intervene and save Mohg, and to possess such strength. There was likely only one person in the Lands Between who would do so: Mohg’s own brother, Morgott, the "Grace-Given King." Furthermore, Bai Shi knew that Morgott possessed the ability to create projections and alter his appearance. On the battlefields of Leyndell, Royal Capital, many a player had been startled by a disguised Morgott. Leaving the sun he had manifested hanging in the sky, Bai Shi flew toward them. Leda and the others had already withdrawn to the side of Ashmi and Senessax, out of the duo’s attack range. Without opponents, Morgott and Mohg stood their ground, calmly watching Bai Shi approach. During this time, Mohg repeatedly tried to signal his brother with his eyes, urging him to leave immediately and find a place to change his form. But Morgott ignored him, showing no intention of running. Judging by the sun in the sky and the power Bai Shi had just displayed, it was clear they would not be able to escape today. To think they could simply find a place to hide, transform, and evade pursuit was far too naive and unrealistic. In that case, he might as well stay put. Rather than flee only to be hunted down one by one, it was better to continue the fight here and now. At the end of the day, these were only two avatars anyway. Morgott looked up, narrowing his eyes at the blazing sun suspended behind Bai Shi. A strong sense of vigilance rose within him. During his long reign as the king of Leyndell, Morgott had absorbed all the information he could find from the city’s records. From various sources in Leyndell, he had learned of the Sun Realm, a power that was once mighty in ancient times. But the sun was supposed to have left the Lands Between long, long ago, gradually moving farther away. How did Bai Shi obtain this power? While he pondered, Bai Shi landed before them, standing opposite the two brothers. Everyone except Ashmi and Senessax bowed respectfully to Bai Shi. Bai Shi scanned the group, his gaze lingering on Leda and her companions. Though Miquella was scheming something in the shadows, he had a good impression of Leda and her retinue. They had come from afar and had helped in the preceding battle, so he could not neglect his courtesies. The warm sunlight that fell from the sky instantly healed everyone present. Stepping on the viscous blood underfoot, Bai Shi recalled the scene of his first deadly battle with Mohg at Castle Morne. That fight was still fresh in his memory. It was the most thrilling battle he had experienced since arriving in the Lands Between. Fighting the strong as the weak, every step had been fraught with peril. Even with his Fengling Yueying system active, he had endured pain that pushed him beyond his limits. But now, everything was different. With a wave of Bai Shi’s hand, all the blood on the ground instantly evaporated under the sun’s glare. Mohg wasn’t surprised by this. The commotion Bai Shi had made summoning that thing in the sky was immense; it couldn't possibly have been just for show. It was only natural to be suppressed when fighting on the enemy’s home turf. “Mohg, you dare show your face before me.” Seeing that Bai Shi had recognized him, Mohg let out a laugh. “Hmph, hmph. I have come. So what?” “You should be thankful I did not find a suitable candidate today.” “Otherwise, you could only watch as someone important to you was killed by me.” “Hahaha, what kind of expression would you make then? I’m quite curious.” Bai Shi nodded. This time, he was indeed lucky that Mohg had chosen Ashmi as his target. Anyone else would likely have met their end. Check latest chapters at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 And no matter who was harmed, Bai Shi would have been devastated. “You think I can’t deal with you?” The smile on Mohg’s face widened. “Hahaha! Mere words! Anyone can talk big!” “If you have the guts, then come and find me!” “I will be waiting for you in my dynasty.” “If you can’t find it, allow me to give you a hint.” “My beautiful dynasty lies where the Erdtree’s light cannot reach. By all means, come and look for it.” “It is time for us to settle our score. I will show you what true terror is.” Bai Shi frowned slightly, and seeing his troubled expression, Mohg’s confidence naturally soared. The seal his mother had placed was impossible for mortals to cross. It was a barrier that, in every sense of the word, could not be passed through directly. Anyone who touched it would draw his mother’s attention and could even be transported directly to her cosmic body in the stars. Seeing Mohg’s triumphant look, Bai Shi relaxed. His earlier troubled expression had been an act. Though it was unlikely, what Bai Shi feared most was that Mohg would simply abandon his domain and flee. He wasn't foolish enough to tell Mohg to his face that he already knew his true location. While seeing Mohg's shocked expression would surely be satisfying, it wasn't necessary. His expression would be at its most magnificent when Bai Shi stormed the Mohgwyn Dynasty, beat Mohg to within an inch of his life, and then revealed every one of his supposedly secret relationships and origins all at once. Bai Shi feigned being angered by Mohg’s provocation, his face hardening as he reached a hand toward him. “Hmph, a skulking rat. Sooner or later, I will drag you out of your hole.” “As for now, you can die once more.” A beam of fire shot forth at an unimaginable speed. Mohg had no time to react at all. No matter how fast he was, could he possibly be faster than light? Except Mohg was no longer there; what remained was only an afterimage. Morgott had instantly charged to Bai Shi’s position, while Mohg simultaneously hurled his sacred spear. Bai Shi casually raised his palm, unleashing a burst of gravitational force. A purple laser shot from his palm, shattering Mohg’s sacred spear on impact before piercing through Mohg's body. The sun’s flames surged again, engulfing Mohg’s position from all angles. This time, Mohg had no chance of escape. He was vaporized without leaving behind so much as a single threat. Facing the charging Morgott, Bai Shi moved with superior speed. His hand, wreathed in dragon lightning, clamped around his neck and slammed him violently to the ground. This was the power of pure stats! The dragon lightning erupted at point-blank range, pouring entirely into Morgott’s body. Morgott was still struggling, but Bai Shi’s left fist swung down in a simple, unadorned punch, completely shattering his head. His struggle was futile. Morgott’s avatar instantly dissipated into countless specks of light. Three straight days of lab class torture, I'm dying (flops down)